Pathological Liar

You're beautiful,
And I bathe you in sweet nothings.

Praises,
Ones you have never received before.

You just enjoy hearing me speak,
As I worship you with words.

But, there is something I must admit,
Before this goes any further.

I'm nothing more then a pathological
                                                          liar.
Unless--I'm lying about that too?

How can you tell...
                             When you believe every word I spew.